| Cheeah, nothing promise so I kick it like I’m bout to leave
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| Fighting pressure got me practicing my barb and weave
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| I deal with hate like love is something that I don’t believe
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| Nothing less than thankful tryna cherish everyday I breathe
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| Street nigga, hood credit nigga nothing cash
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| Unless I’m in the hood stunting with my nothing ass
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| Paparazzi on em look at all these flashing lights
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| Outta control something like a pilot who was crash at flight
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| Seven letter certified by the sender
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| I bring the hood to any section I enter, and that they better remember
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| They tell me smile but in they no mind DJ
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| One of my brothers gone away till November
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| Until then I’m goin be…
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| Go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims
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| Go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims
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| Go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims
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| Go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims
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| I represent for the south (hey) my resident is a sloim
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| I represent for the south (hey) my resident is a sloim
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| I represent for the south (hey) my resident is a sloim
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| Lil homies on the corner askin what the buisness?
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| I say the struggle knowing haters praying that I’m finished
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| They rather superman but radio say he’s a menace
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| When others left the hood these stay to catch perfect attendants
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| Word on the street messing with Trae it could lose your career
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| Yeah that might be true the pussy niggas who living in fear
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| Fuck em, seeing it close something they wouldn’t using
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| This day eviction note is tell them niggas keep it moving
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| The sound in my trunk is atomic, speakers plexing
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| And I’m slippin on this Challenger glass see on reflection
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| And I’m pose through anger management, swangers so much aggression
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| Even wise over stretching like crazy
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| No direction…
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| I’m in this old school nobody but me in the car
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| I fin em slumps try’na duck off from being a star
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| Call it an asshole state of mind
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| So I do clarity at this watch under these rocks to display the time
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| Half of that inside the grill or say I’m doin fine
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| I know these haters hot as fuck to see me doin mine
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| They tell me focus on the day, I only see at night
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| In this black locs try’na stop the world from being bright
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| Cheeah, till the casket I’m the realist in it
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| I guess they never got the message so I’m here to send it
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| I’m on they ass until the world understand me
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| I try to tell em ain’t no way they can ban me
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| Picture me rollin I’m… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gin Cop A Drop , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album Can’t Ban Tha Truth, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп